I guess I'll justget straight to the point. My name is Sanura Miller, and before I hadmorfs two weeks ago, I was Jason Miller. So I wanted to let you ...nowthat I won't be back to play for the team. Sorry coach." Feelingembarrassed, I looked down at my feet."Jase... Sanura, there's no need to be sorry. You don't have controlover what morfs did to you. No one does. I appreciate you coming to meand being up front about this. That takes a lot of guts. No doubt we'reall going to miss having you on. "I know you're there." She picked up her bundle of twigs and branches and walked towards where they were.Sharon, Tracey and Buttercup emerged nervously from the shadows and stood in the speckled sunlight. The woman stared at them with a quizzical expression, passing her eyes from one girl to another and back again. She had probably been very attractive once, and she was probably not much older than thirty. Most of her teeth were missing. Her nose was broken and slightly twisted. A jagged scar. “John? Do you mind if I chose a wine for all of us?”“Go ahead Pete.”I was horrified when I heard Pete order a bottle of Grange Hermitage from the sommelier.“Hell! Pete! I can't afford to drink $1000 bottles of wine.”“Relax. John. This one's on me. Have you ever tasted Grange?”“Yes. Once. It was very good, of course. Although I'm told that it needs to have been matured for about 10 years before it is any good.”“Well. I can promise you that you will enjoy this one. It's 12 years old.”Over dinner,. When he went off to college I told him I expected Notre Dame apparel. “From me,” my mom says, handing me the next gift. It’s a frame with tons of family photographs collaged into it, many of them are pictures of my step-father and me. I swallow, and hold back tears. “Thank you,” I whisper, still scanning the pictures, mentally picking out my favorite ones. She hands me the first envelope. It’s the gift I always get from my “real” dad. A fat check with “CASH ONLY” stamped onto it, so I can.